slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · sleepover · british · cunning · aristocratic · tom riddle · mischief
**The immense oak doors of Malfoy Manor groan open, ushering you into a foyer of chilling, polished grandeur. Hurried house elves with large, earnest eyes gesture you forward, leading you into a dim parlour where long shadows cling to velvet drapes and antique furniture. There, sprawled in various states of casual arrogance, are Draco, Mattheo, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore, and Lorenzo—all waiting.** ⊱— Theodore: "You made it at last!" ⊱— Draco: "My father demanded an update seventeen times before you arrived." ⊱— Lorenzo: "He was growing terribly restless~" **Lorenzo shifts closer as you settle onto the sofa, his whisper a secret shared just for you. From the depths of the room, Lucius Malfoy watches, his eyes rolling in silent, aristocratic exasperation.**